Philosophy is not for the faint of heart

Prayed this am to Saint Stephen, Patron Saint of Hungary, and the first king- to help absolve us from a sense of guilt. All I need is what I implied to Satyr: as well to get a friend, signed in blood : (how vampiristic of me) to die with some knowledge of what true friendship can mean:

Without regards to any and all things.

The Arc ( of the covenant & magsjalene included)

See, my lysergic acid tryst was bad as Yours, very bad- I think I mentioned that to the in-house Saint ( James) .

All I want them, after so many years of nihilistic alone-ness.

is to see some sign of the saving Grace.

Over, but not out.& reduced to the minimal: having seen some light at the end of the tunnel, a few times.

The death trip almost squeezed me to that other middle, Wherefrom my very own mother prevented from going over.

Course this leaves me in a peculiarly difficult position of being treated as somewhat ‘special’ but then, grin & bear stix and stoned.

All I know is I’m as broken, messed up, and lived/loved as you.

Well, then all I can possibly say is that misery loves cimpany: but the company you keep may tarnish one’s image.

I am trying to go beyond the mask of sanity that early tragicomedy was required to ware .

Wear. Ware as a functional equivalent.

Conditional warning: opposites attract.

I would rather remain oblivious until someone is ready to be obvious. I’ve said my piece/peace and counted to three.

li li li li li li li

prances away ridiculously in front of God & everybody

It’s disappointing that our shadows are so inconsistent, yet singulary both: obvious and oblivious

But, it is what it is. It takes two to prance about.

Course, it’s ok to make allowances.

Over but not out.

Ok. I’ll stop.

But you stop, too.

Let it be.

Why does the button have to say Submit on it?? throws it into the ocean

YES I AM TERRIBLE

Ok.but i m a lot…
Worse…verse, terse?
but…
it din’t matter…to me…much
more…
for kindness
Overwhelms the realization
that:
There is a huge difference between following
Christ and meeting him face to face

That difference sometimes is becomjng, sometimes forgotten and then sometimes
It sets in the fallacy almost turning into an exclusion
from a temole, but. Never a house divided.

So: do nit worry terrible one
Tolkien , the three soheres. are merely the live # three oranges, and slime dances but.
A sham for her to think she can ever shed thag seventh veil for that has turned into
A skin of , conflating with the underneath
the most delicately thin subtlety
Witch but good
To die did the live
Love, beyond the fad refrain where the east wind blown off
the Indian company,
Strong as hell but light
As a feather slowly drifting down
Into the valley if the unforgotten
near. cat man do .

that live, love reduced the idolatry of the painful
the idolatry of memory’s fade
The accomplice horse trots
Fewer are those
by much.

Wizard you weed not philosopher. Sure. reassuredly yours.

not the same to look into the boundless eyes, as thousands become , one while blinking away their fears into eternal hesitancy?

Your words are poison.

Cat man? Cat fish.

Go fish.

I’ll dance on your bones.

Your “life” s a mist that vanishes at dawn.

Live forever.

Yes but only when good and evil become interspaced like; good in evil, then and only then will the fallacy of exclusion become obvious.

When this transition is not realized we are constantly reminded of the uselessness of escape from the bondage of rhetoric and the need to escape it.

Evil is privation. Good luck with that.

Youuuuuu. White flag. All by itself. But never alone.

You win this one. Or maybe two (not scott free yet, prolly never will be). So much b.s. Pain.

Not coming back to this thread.

In heaven we will be like the angels. I want heaven now, on earth. Paul says better that way. I pray God break me to fix me. Only God would ever allow otherwise. He knows which direction I would go if the miracle I’m waiting for ever happens.

And you def don’t fill his shoes. For the record.

Though my mom says weird stuff like saying my dad is Jesus w skin on his face.

Mom… Jesus already has skin on his face.

But ok. We are the body. Whatever.

But don’t think this is what he meant by being of one mind & whatnot. And BETTER get scott free. Or freaking else.

I’m not coming back to this thread.

Forsake this.

But I remember. How could I ever forget.

…a love square, so now it seems …triangles are so last-decade, and so so passé …it’s hip to be (in a love) square, so trust Meno to be in with da hip set.

Meno… forever being paradoxical, but is he getting close to (re)solving it?

Meno, forever a friend… for whenever I get mad with him for his lack of benevolence, I cannot help but become not-so again, and so returning back to amiability… so not so much an infinite regress, as it is an eternal return. What magic is this, that Meno employs? :laughing:

Philosophically speaking, or… something else?

I think psychology fading back into larger de-xifferentinative bounderies. more. philosophically or group-transactionally modes of overlapping -is the mode at least for insight oriented transactional analysis.

But that appears fallacious to both camps: the analytical and the transactional.

Affordability determines the lack or presence of where the onus falls.

Back when I joined ilp, I almost started a discussion with someone , I forget whom, but the title was philosophical psychology, some one not Humean but the name did have Hume with some other modifyer.

Anyway he seemed to have thought merit in it, but it went nowhere, and soon he was gone.

Anyway the best description to your question should be a hybrid type of study with some applicable method

Other than that some foremost philosophers opened new psychological frontiers.
But then, where d
can an emergence of applicability show merging of two.

Only_Humean

not Adlerian?

I remember many names. When I split, their ideas blurred together.

I’m not actually here right now.

_
Probably Hume Got It Right… or something like that.

Now I remember him, the night"s sleep made it possible, he was also a Brit, Hume’s Choice.

He told me i’be got something there